En.Citatepedia^®.ro

Under The Blanket

The cat is hidden under the blanket
Because he loves that blanket very much

poem by Aldo Kraas
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Under The Blanket Song

The cat is hidden under the blamket
Because he loves that blanket very much

poem by Aldo Kraas
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Blanket

Let not vanish the oversea service
With wool soft,
As the flash of fire-worms.
On the blue blanket,
‘Made in Korea’ printed,
Made Korean hands immortal,
But ‘SHEEP’ written nowhere.

As December threatened with mist,
Blanket kept me warm.
My soul shuddered a night,
Shaken by the fever storm,
And I crept tired,
Under blanket refugee like,
Then a Paracetamol pill lulled me.

Under the woolly blanket,
Bloom dreams amorous
At silvered fragrant night:
Entangled tender branches,
Then did chit bud fresh,
Within the folds unruly
Of the blanket blue.

Simple sheep on hillock grazed,
Giving wool great,
Eternal changed:
Things simple so changed great.
Evil showers heavily,
Earth is frozen,
And need a blanket to warm up.

poem by Fabiyas M V
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Under The Boardwalk

Oh the sun beats down and melts the tar up on the roof
And your shoes get so hot you wish your tired feet were fire-proof
Under the boardwalk, down by the sea
On a blanket with my baby is where Ill be
Chorus:
Under the boardwalk, out of the sun
Under the boardwalk, well be having some fun
Under the boardwalk, people walking above
Under the boardwalk, well be falling in love
Under the board-walk, board-walk
From a park you hear the happy sounds from a carousel
You can almost taste the hotdogs and french fries they sell
Under the boardwalk, down by the sea
On a blanket with my baby is where Ill be
Chorus:
Under the boardwalk, out of the sun
Under the boardwalk, well be having some fun
Under the boardwalk, people walking above
Under the boardwalk, well be falling in love
Under the board-walk, board-walk
Under the boardwalk, down by the sea
On a blanket with my baby is where Ill be
Under the boardwalk, down by the sea
On a blanket with my baby is where Ill be
On a blanket with my baby is where Ill be

song performed by by John Mellencamp
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

Blanket

( with urban species )
Music is my blanket
Will be music is my ? ?
Emotionless this city lies
Cruel it is, it clouds my eyes
The dark the dark
Shades of my day
I live inside this place
Locked up inside my little cage
Always tense and filled with rage
Above the concrete fields below
With you I wanna go, wanna go
Music is my blanket
Will be music is my ? ?
I see only what I wanna see
Ill be only what I wanna be
My blanket covers me, yes
Yeah, check it
Yeah as a human I was born ? ? ?
Traded my albino (? )
? ? ? gyro
But I ? ? ?
? ? ? consume
All these decent melodies
That keep realities at bay
? ? ?
Start to fade away, fade away
Alone withint myself again
I try to veil away my pain
The dirty grey surrounding me round
And now I hear no sounds...
I feel like ? ? ? from ? ?
As I wonder how I keep from going under
I got trouble on my mind like my name is chuck d
And like marvin gaye it makes me wanna holler
When the music hits me
I feel no pain
Thats why I got to put you on again and again
I take the needle off the deck
? ? ? in my vein
As the rush hits my brain
And the pain goes, trouble down the drain
I see only what I wanna see
I be only who I wanna be
My blanket covers me
Music is my blanket
Will be music is my ? ?
I see only what I wanna see
I be only who I wanna be
My blanket covers me
Music is my blanket
Will be music is my ? ?
You are my living world
You are my living world
You are you are you are my
My only living world....

song performed by by Imogen Heap
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

From A Buick 6

I got this graveyard woman, you know she keeps my kids
But my soulful mama you know she keeps me hid
Shes a junkyard angel and she always gives me bread
Well if I go down diein you know shes bound to put a blanket on my bed
Well when the pipeline gets broken and Im lost on the river bridge
Im all cracked up on the highway and in the waters edge
And then she comes down the thruway ready to sew me up with a thread
Well if I go down diein you know shes bound to put a blanket on my bed
Well she dont make me nervous, she dont talk too much
She walks like bo diddley and she dont need no crutch
She keeps this four-ten all loaded with lead
Well if I go down dyin you know shes bound to put a blanket on my bed
Well you know I need a steam-shovel mama to keep away the dead
I need a dump truck baby to unload my head
She brings me everything and more and just like I said
Well if I go down dyin you know shes bound to put a blanket on my bed

song performed by by Bob Dylan
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

Under The Boardwalk

Boardwalk (I wanna take you girl under the)
Boardwalk (Im gonna take you girl under the)
Boardwalk (I wanna take you girl under the)
Boardwalk
Ah when the sun beats down and burns the tar up on the roof
And the streets so hot youre hoping this whole town is fireproof
Under the boardwalk
Down by the sea (oh yeah)
Im on a blanket with my baby
Thats where Ill be
And when the sun goes down
Well take a walk along the strand
And as the tide goes out
Well write I love you right there in the sand
Oh I want to go
Under the boardwalk
Down by the sea (oh yeah)
Im on a blanket with my baby
Thats where Ill be
Under the boardwalk
Under the boardwalk
Oh oh ohhhh
Under the boardwalk (yeah)
Down by the sea (oh yeah)
Im on a blanket with my baby
Thats where Ill be
And when the moon is out
And its finally cooling down
Dont have to look too far
Because my girl and I just might be found
Oh oh ohhhh
Under the boardwalk (yeah)
Down by the sea (oh yeah)
On a blanket with my baby
Thats where Ill be
Ooo Im on a blanket with my pretty baby
Just you and me
Boardwalk (I wanna take you girl under the)
Boardwalk (Im gonna take you girl under the)
Boardwalk (I wanna take you girl under the)
Boardwalk (Im gonna take you girl under the)
Boardwalk (I wanna take you girl under)

song performed by by Beach Boys
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

Stay Warmed

love
money
truth

whichever of them you get a lot
you'll see some room not being covered with blanket

the area that you can cover with the blanket is limited

important how you deal with the room of your feelings

poem by Wabi Sabi
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Perceptions of Pink

You asked me the other day if I saw in pink.
I wasn’t so much surprised by the question
(because I knew neon was how you saw the world)
as I was caught off-guard by it;
no one ever asked me if I saw in color before.

I gave you the first answer that came to mind–
No. I saw the world in cliches and over-used metaphors.
I told you I love anything average and sappy.
Yet, I started thinking more about pink;
specifically, a handmade, chenille, pastel-pink blanket.

I brought my textured pink close enough to examine,
I saw the threads that were frayed, the ones soft with use,
and the occasional red and white strings not hidden well enough.
I saw the craftsmanship: the passion that moves into forms
and the discipline it takes to create.

If you were to walk by me and my blanket of cliches,
you would say you saw a handmade, chenille, pastel-pink blanket.
I invite you yo look closer, as I have done,
to the red passions, the cool-white of discipline, the interwoven threads,
and you will see that everything is the color pink.

poem by Carrie D'Amato
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Frances

Let me cover you with my blanket of love for,
You are very cold in the snow;
And your name so sweet is Frances.

Don't ask my why?
And of the ashes of the Red Heifer;
For to you an open vessel of love is laid,
But i am now in the Wilderness of Zion.

Come and let me cover you with my blanket of love,
And like the first born son that opens the womb;
For the meat of love is ready and,
The breast of the wave offering is for you.

Come in Frances,
For i have prepared my bed of love for you;
And the holy water is in the clay jar of love.

One male goat for the sin offering and,
Of the golden ladle weighing ten shekels!
For my blanket of love will warm you all day long.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Footprints

Its beautiful outside, an old hand gathers wood,
Can he see me sitting here? his mind is somewhere else.
His friend have flown away, hes left out in the cold.
He wont sit by my fire, he says he likes it in the snow.
Where footprints never go, he likes it in the snow.
Its getting dark outside, the old hands going home,
Has he someone waiting there? or is he living on his own?
Where footprints never go, he likes it in the snow...
White blanket, hiding the traces of tears she didnt see,
Oh white blanket covers the memory
Of all that used to be. all that used to be.
But his heart keeps aching in the same old way,
He cant help feeling that she might come back someday.
Its beautiful outside, a magpie looks for food.
The old hand throws a crumb,
Do you think hes found a friend?
Where footprints never go, he likes it in the snow...
White blanket, hiding the traces of paths he didnt take
Oh white blanket covers the memory
Of moves he didnt make
Oh white blanket, hiding the traces of tears she didnt see
Snow white blanket simply covers the memory
Of all that used to be.
But his heart keeps aching in the same old way
He cant help feeling that she might come back someday.

song performed by by Paul McCartney
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

Under A Blanket Of Blue

Under a blanket of blue
Just you and I beneath the stars.
Wrapped in the arms of sweet romance
The night is ours.
Under a blanket of blue
Let me be thrilled by all your charms
Darling, I know my heart will dance
Within your arms.
A summer nights magic, enthralling me so.
The night would be tragic, if you werent here to shareit my dear,
Covered with heaven above.
Lets dream a dream of love for two,
Wrapped in the arms of sweet romance,
Under a blanket of blue.

song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!

A Sight In Camp

A SIGHT in camp in the day-break grey and dim,
As from my tent I emerge so early, sleepless,
As slow I walk in the cool fresh air, the path near by the hospital
tent,
Three forms I see on stretchers lying, brought out there, untended
lying,
Over each the blanket spread, ample brownish woollen blanket,
Grey and heavy blanket, folding, covering all.

Curious, I halt, and silent stand;
Then with light fingers I from the face of the nearest, the first,
just lift the blanket:
Who are you, elderly man so gaunt and grim, with well-grey'd hair,
and flesh all sunken about the eyes?
Who are you, my dear comrade? 10

Then to the second I step--And who are you, my child and darling?
Who are you, sweet boy, with cheeks yet blooming?

Then to the third--a face nor child, nor old, very calm, as of
beautiful yellow-white ivory;
Young man, I think I know you--I think this face of yours is the face
of the Christ himself;
Dead and divine, and brother of all, and here again he lies.

poem by Walt Whitman
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

A romantic starry night,
Under just one blanket,
loves covers them.

haiku by Anju Addanki
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Dark Purple

Under a blanket of dark purple
I do my best work.
Blue doesn’t do and Red goes
To my head.
Yellow’s too mellow and Black
just makes me dead.
Underneath my blanket, of mixed
Blue and Red sublime….
Is Purple, saintly Purple, I call
that color mine! ! !

poem by Susan Drozda Cooper
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Bitter Blue Blanket

chocolate chip cookie bitter blue blanket
tie dyed shirt and buttermilk biscuit
i cant help you when u need a kiss
songs are born of pain such as this

chanting her name while she charms
lost again in her crimson berry arms
Lost in a bitter blue blanket
Lost in a haze of angry black tornadoes

And then, a wavy haired skateboarder smiles up at me
'lighten up dude' is all he says
I grin and instantly the world is righted again
Ice cream flows down a chocolate mountain

Cast off the bitter blue blanket
Bathe in the sun eat yellow air
She will learn to be fair
She will learn to be fair

Beau Golden

poem by Beau Golden
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Walking With the Senses

My invisible feet make themselves
Stick up under my thick pink and white blanket:

Closer to my body than I'd like.
I never stop begging my legs to grow.

My circle pink-edged mirror gazes up with its silver eye
At the white ceiling - not receiving a stare in return.

If the flowers embedded in my blanket could talk -
They'd say 'With the senses forever walk.'

poem by Amy Marie
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Strong Chill Of Winter

A strong chill of winter
has grasped this country,
the toll of its bitter cold
has the ground covered
in a blanket of thick snow

the fog is lingering over
the thick blanket of snow
dragging down the hope
that the snow is going
to go

in a desprete gaze
i looked out into
the haze of white
but i all i got to see
was the endless amount
of white

poem by Shane Nolan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

A Purple Chequered

Do you remember this blanket? Soft, purple,
chequered was, wiped in the corner.
At the picnic mosquitoes cut and not
helped moves with hand to drive them away

You have always had fairly good
ways.Under the blanket,
covered entirely, only
underit, we started breakfast.

Our stifled giggles heightened a sound
of insects. And with evening, in the circle
of smoke candles lighted, the supper
on a purple, smelt of the night.

poem by Maria Barbara Korynt
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Morning Song

this is the song of
the pillow and the blanket
when you splash them
in the air and then
you fold the blanket
and put it on top
of each other and you
set them gently aside

this is the song of the
yellow green venetian blinds
when you pull the strings up
and you let in the light

this is the song of the doors
and the windows when you
unlock the knobs and open
them to let all the sounds of the
day enter your house

this is the whistle that comes
out from your throat when
you shape your lips like
a pout where good thoughts
are let in and then the notes
begin to fly like some birds
on a clear early morning sky

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!

Under The Stars

A blanket thrown over the sky
Stars come out to the night
Lighting a way to a dream
Its all beautiful to the eye
What a world we live in
Under the stars we sleep
Watching over each other
We are all in this together
And we will always be
But a call to a friend away
Sleepless or dreaming
Beneath the sky blanket
The star lit night
We all lay almost together
Looking at the beautiful
World we live in

poem by Matthew Holloway
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!